Journeys of a flight attendant who got married and added my husband to my flight benefits. After traveling the world together one open seat at a time for 3 years we had a baby girl named Charlotte. Now we have a whole new world of adventure to explore together......

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

In life you have to know when to call it. The universe
usually sends you signs that the direction you are heading is not exactly where
you are supposed to be and when you try to swim upstream the end result is disastrous.
Originally the mister and I had planned to visit Japan for our 6th
wedding anniversary but two weeks out we decided it wasn’t in the cards. I had
already subbed out all my classes and planned on having my mom come to watch
Charlotte so we were left deciding where else could we vacation.

“Why don’t we just go hike a 14er somewhere?” my husband
suggested.

If you know my husband you know he’s not the biggest fan of
14ers. Or maybe you don’t know that because you’ve seen all my photos and he’s
been there for half of the peaks I’ve bagged. Very few people have ever hiked
with Chad though and seen what usually happens when he hikes with me. There’s gregarious
finger gestures at the nagging freezing wind, there’s bitching about the cold,
the camping conditions, the length of the hike and the distance to the car. He
loves the summit but hates the down climb and he practically sprints to the car
before I am even off the summit. His goal isn’t to hike all the 14ers so he
humors me by joining along when I can’t find other hiking partners and he
refuses to do any of the slogs that aren’t challenging. I don’t blame him, if I
wasn’t trying to do them all I wouldn’t waste my time either.

(Chad Climbing challenger last year where he complained the whole way off the mountain)

Needless to say for him to suggest we climb a mountain is no
small miracle. I suggested we shoot for Sneffles so we could stay in
Telluride/Ouray area since it’s our favorite spot in the state. Sneffles is
about a 7-8 hour drive from Denver so it’s not exactly close in proximity. We
decided to leave Thursday, hike Friday then enjoy our anniversary on Saturday
and head back Sunday. I only made one rule- no bitching the whole weekend. My
mom arrived Wednesday and both her and Chad came to the yoga class I subbed
then we got the last of our packing done before heading out in the afternoon
Thursday.

One thing you take for granted when you have a child is your
freedom. The freedom to wake up whenever you want, the freedom to eat whenever
you please, the freedom to just get up and leave and hike and in general not
have a third wheel you must take care of. We arrived in Montrose Thursday
evening and hit up the Horsefly Brewery then retired for our early wake up
call. This was a glamping trip since we were celebrating so we stayed in hotels
the whole weekend rather than camping. There’s a freedom in NOT camping in that
you don’t’ have to bring a call full of gear and plan out your meals around a
cooler and propane stove.

There’s a dedication involved to hiking 14ers. Besides the
willingness to want to hike you find yourself getting up at least three hours
before the sun on your weekends. You must be willing to drive long distances,
to watch the weather, to brave the elements and study the routes. There’s a lot
of prep work involved especially in a peak like Sneffles where we were hiking
the non-standard Southwest Ridge route. I read what little trip reports were
out there in hopes of snow conditions and route findings. You can learn a lot
from others mistakes and successful summits and that’s what I aimed on doing. We
arrived at the trailhead around 6am and quickly blew past the few other hikers
ahead of us. We pretty much had the mountain to ourselves the whole time. Sneffles
is only about 6 miles roundtrip making it for a relatively quick hike if you
know what you are doing and have a nice day.

We reached the ridge and met up with a father and son who
were also climbing that route but from the Blue Lakes side. While chatting we
saw a couple coming down off the ridge and I thought they had already summited.
The couple then reached us and said they weren’t sure where to go because they
hadn’t hiked many harder routes. They didn’t have helmets either so it seemed
they might have been in over their heads. We offered to let them follow us but
they sat and waited as we headed up the ridge and it wasn’t until later I
caught a glimpse of them from our spot by the Kissing Camel rock formation. I
never saw them on the summit or on the way down so I don’t know if they turned
around or not. The ridge can be a little confusing so I was happy that Jim, the
father, led the way. He hadn’t hiked that route on Sneffles before but he had
completed all the 14ers and was just re-climbing them via different routes for
his son.

I found the rock to be relatively stable with just a few
areas where we really had to use our whole bodies to climb up. The final push
to the summit was on solid volcanic rock and there was only one spot that made
me pause because of the sheer exposure on either side. It was when we reached
this point too we started to hear thunder in the distance and our blue bird day
started turning to darker skies. We were too committed to turn around so we
pushed to the summit and topped out around 9am. Peak 39 in the books! 19 more to go...

After a few photos we started down and it was then the
grapple started to fall and the wind picked up. I heard thunder then there was
a huge flash of lightning at the peak directly in front of us which certainly
caught my attention. When you are down climbing a mountain like Sneffles you
have to go slow and mindful or else you risk hurting yourself more trying to
get down than the damage the lightning would cause. Then is certainly not the
time to sprain an ankle or break a bone. The scree filled gulley was, in my
opinion, not horrible to down climb especially since it was wet but I would
have hated to go up it. If you have some experience with exposure, route finding
and scrambling I’d suggest doing up the southwest ridge then down the standard
any day over up the standard. I personally hate gulleys and scree and I find
both are a dangerous combination especially when you have inexperienced hikers
ahead of you.

After bidding good-bye to our new friends Jim and Zach, we
headed off towards the lake where we hung out until returning to our car about
12:30. The storm had passed once we were back on the main trail so we went into
Ouray to the Ouray brewery to have lunch and beers. I highly recommend the
wings there they were amazing especially after our hike!

With our hike out of the way we had the rest of the weekend
to relax and recover. We stayed in Ridgeway so we could be in-between Ouray and
Telluride and we experienced all each town had to offer. We ate at the True
Grit café one night in Ridgeway, visited the clothing optional Orvis hot
springs in Ouray, had drinks at Grumpy Pants in Ouray and drive the infamous
Imogene Pass that connects Telluride and Ouray. Imogene has a 4/5 rating for
hard roads to drive and is also the second highest unpaved road in the United
States. It wouldn’t be a vacation without more hiking so the mister and I did 5
miles roundtrip to Hope Lake outside Telluride.

I was excited to see Hope Lake because it was on my horizon
last year for my Telluride Yoga + Hiking Retreat. I declined to have my ladies
hike there because of the drive from Telluride town (it isn’t far but I wanted
something closer in the end) but it’s an amazing hike. If you ever find
yourself down in that area it’s a relatively easy hike and you also pass Trout
Lake on the way in where one can SUP and boat.

Before we knew it the weekend had ended and it was time to
head home to Denver. Fortunately for me I’ll be heading back there next month
for my second Telluride Yoga + Hiking Retreat. Lucky for Chad I also have a few
other 14ers left in that part of the state so I have no doubt we will be
returning for more hiking.

I’ve never been to Japan but there is something to be said
for exploring your own back yard. One of the beauties of hiking 14ers to me, is
that it takes me places I never would have thought to explore. Chad was the one
who took me up my first climbs Gray’s and Torrey’s and got me hooked so I owe
him my addiction to the climb. Marriage really is a lot like hiking and
climbing – you need a good partner, someone you can trust, someone who will
make the journey better and someone who would do anything to protect and care
for you. Like hiking, marriage isn’t always easy, it’s full of obstacles you didn’t
plan on and sometimes other people get in the way (or show you the way which is
ideal). In the end, the best part of both is enjoying how it changes and
challenges you. I’m fortunate to have found a love in both.

Costa Rica

Navy Pier in Chicago

Walloon Lake, Michigan

Vail

Aspen

San Diego

Paris

Notre Dame

South Beach Miami

Mesa Verde Cliff Dwellings

Honolulu

Durango

Estes Park

Vegas

washington DC

About Me

I'm lucky enough to travel the world and get paid to do so. My office is at 38,000 feet with plenty of windows and great views. When I'm not above the clouds I still live a mile high in a great state where I can ski in the winters and hike and tube down the rivers in the summer. I share my life with my dog and my husband and in-between my crazy adventures I find time for myself on the yoga mat. Yoga is definitely what keeps me grounded in my otherwise crazy life.